Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2013 21:10:57 -0400 (EDT)
From: Fiersign144@aol.com
Subject: My Lover Gets Me Part One
My Lover Gets Me
Another Friday night and I am on my way home from the office, free at last
to pursue my fantasies. I take the number 11 bus toward downtown and get
off in a very kitschy neighborhood. I am all a glow with anticipation as I
walk the two blocks to the plus size shop.
Inside I am no longer a stranger, Cheryl sees me enter and can smell a
nice commission.
"Hi Steve, what can I show you tonight?"
I smile knowing what my purchase will bring later in the evening. You see
my girlfriend adores new cloths and will be more than happy to model them
for me.
"Let's start with lingerie, I think a nice slip, bra and panties set
would be nice."
Cheryl shows me to the section and pulls out a mauve set that has all
three items.
I look it over and think of Charlene in that color and decline.
"How about something in a mint or green, she has red hair."
Cheryl pulls out a slip in mint green that is so silky, I nearly die, I
can just see it on Charlene.
"Perfect, do you have panties and a bra to match?"
Cheryl smiles and digs through the bras hung on a rack.
"46 dd right, here we go, we do have the complete set."
I can feel my erection fighting to submerge, but I try harder to
concentrate and it subsides.
"Now an evening gown with slits up the side, showing a hint of leg when
she walks."
Cheryl walks me by the hand to another section of the store, showing me a
rack of formal gowns.
"Steve here is the best selection, my goodness how you dote on your lady."
I smile and think of Charlene, the sexiest and most beautiful transvestite
in Chicago. I am so fortunate to know her and it brings her such delight
to receive a new wardrobe.
There is a silver gown with a slit up to the nether regions that strikes
my fancy, so I purchase that one and ask if any new hose have come in?
"Of course Steve we have some very sexy pattern hose that have elastic
tops unless you prefer a garter supported set?"
"No these will be fine, I looked over the patterns for a bit and bought
two pair.
At the register, Cheryl made polite conversation and seemed to come on to
me, if she only knew I was serious with a man who dresses as a woman, I
think she would crap.
Cheryl kissed me on both cheeks as I left, welcoming me back next week. I
carried my bags with anticipation of Charlene's reaction and my desire to
seeing her in the new cloths.
Back on the bus I smiled thinking of the pleasure my Friday purchases
brought to Charlene. Being a plus size woman it would be easy to be self
conscious but Charlene was a cloths horse and never self conscious.
The bus let me off three blocks from our apartment and I hooffed the three
blocks in anticipation, thinking back on how Charlene and I met.
I was in Boys Town, up on Broadway and it was Thursday night, a
traditional night for cross dressers and transvestites to come out and show their
newest outfits with out fear of retribution. I took a seat at the bar and
watched the parade unfold as the evening wore on. Being a man, I find a woman
most attractive, even a fake woman more attractive if she is swelt and well
dressed. When Charlene walked in, a plus size woman full of confidence and
and smelling of Nina Richi, I was taken aback. Her charm was undeniable and
her inherent sexuality was amazing. I am a fan of beautiful women even if I
am immune but this man rocked my world. A bold large woman with bright red
hair in an evening gown that was overstated. I was nearly afraid to
approach her until I realized her manhood would bring us both a lot of pleasure.
I was in my cups and very receptive when we met, I guess I have a natural
charm and before AI knew it, we were on the way to my place for a
rendezvous.
I know Charlene a lot better now and realize her wardrobe is her turn on,
so I feed the beast and reap the rewards. Call me a male chauvinist f you
must but I think of myself as a true lover. My God the woman has style and
grace and as long as I keep the wardrobe coming I am in good.
I arrived at the high rise and Alberto buzzed me in, saying his obligatory
hello. I punched our floor in the elevator and waited in restless
anticipation for the surprise I had for Charlene.
I was fumbling for my key in the lock and the door opened, Charlene in a
full length slip and nothing else. Her hair was perfect and I was already
turned on but fought back my desire. We kissed at the door and exchanged
greetings, she brazenly took the bags from my hand and kissed me again, excited
to see her new gifts.
I am such a softie; I let her have them and watched her nice bottom as she
ran off to the bedroom to open her gifts. All I heard was exclamations of
excitement and a few moans of pleasure. It seemed like an hour before she
returned to the living room, in her evening gown, I just knew she had the
lingerie on underneath. She came to me like a heat seeking missile and
kissed me deeply, thanking me for the new wardrobe. I of course loved the
affection and dismissed it as my contribution to our relationship. Emphasizing
that she was worth it and it was my duty to make her a lovely as possible.
My God she was radiant in her new outfit, my male hormones told me to take
her now but my manners told me to wait a few minutes until she made the
first move. I have to admit I had no desire to hear her lament about a cum
stain on her new dress, so I chose to behave myself.
Charlene came over and sat on my lap and kissed me deeply, tahnking me
like she was blessed by my gift. I felt my cock rise to her tender touch but
started thinking of work to withhold my emotion
I wonder how many men can have what I have? I mean how many men are
liberated enough to have a female /male woman and actually enjoy it? I can take
Charlene out in public and get looks of envy, most real people not realizing
she is a man. I have her all to myself and hope it never changes.
Charlene is wearing deep mauve lipstick, her makeup is perfect and she has
on the sexiest outfit I can imagine. My mind knows she has on the mint
green undergarments and I find my cock rising again. She keeps her red hair
natural, to the tune of two hundred a month at the stylist, but who is
counting, her look is marvelous. I know her pubs are waxed and non existent,
another bill I am happy to pay, she is my kept woman, and makes me happy, and
what can I say.
When we first met, I wished she would lose weight but as time went on, I
realized she is perfect as she is, the few extra pounds are irrelevant, she
is a real live love machine and comfortable in her own skin. All I know for
sure is she rings my chimes and I can never complain.
My eyes drif tot the new stockings and I get more aroused, knowing her
firm cock is enclosed in green panties and I will sooner or later be stripping
them off and savoring her dick.